OK, I thought I wouldn't have a chance to write a new chappie until AFTER Thanksgiving, but I was horribly mistaken, I guess. Because, now, I am stuck at home with some form of flu type thing and I can now have time to write a new chapter.
Not fun, but I am missing my damn dress rehearsal which was completely pointless because I didn't need it. I've been the same part for the third year now!!!! I've decided it's time I stop all this dance crap. But, yeah, enough of my spilling of guts. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
~Where We Left Off~
Katherine, Jack, and the whole entire Black Pearl crew have spent a night in Tortuga. Katherine and Jack were discussing the fine details of the treasure when they became drunk and made out. When Jack went off to relieve himself, a whore distracts him, and a whoremaster kidnaps Katherine, and takes him onto the ship Chained Heart. (I did not tell you this in the other chapter, but I was asked what the ship was called, and so, I tell you.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing… they do health checks on people who want to own something… I didn't pass… (I'm not really sick sick, you know? I just have a gurgly, crampy stomach… and no, it's not PMS…)
Chapter Seven
I woke up, not knowing
how long it had been since I fell asleep. My head swam, and felt as if it had
been hit ten times with a hammer. My stomach suddenly churned violently. I
leaned over just in time to throw up all of its contents, the smell sickening.
I moved away quickly, bumping into something, or someone.
"Oi, deary, try to not foul up the place too much, alright? I try and try to
keep this place clean, but no. Bitches like you have to go and foul it
up again!" I whipped my head around, seeing a big black blur holding a torch
up. I shrank away from the light screaming and crying.
"Oh, shut up. No one's here to hear you scream." The woman bent down to me,
shining the light in my eye. I could not see her clearly.
"W-W-What the hell d-d-do you want, w-w-whore?" I said, my voice shaking, my
heart hiding.
"Just to tell you that you're bloody dirtying up my ship. That man who brought
you here is my husband!"
"That horrible bastard is your husband?" I said, moving away from her slowly.
One of her eyes was blood red, with a light, icy blue shining out from it. Her
other eye, was normal, with the same icy blue shining out.
She rose her hand to strike me, but another woman held her back. "Don't strike
her, love. She does not know any better. She is young and innocent, deary.
Leave her alone." The woman who had saved me looked at me with kindness in her
eyes.
"This wretch right here only pretends to be tough. Inside she's really not. She
has to be a whore like the rest of us in order to live. Her husband makes money
by selling us to whore houses, but then he spends it, like all men, on rum and
whores himself." She looked at me and laughed.
"You are no more than a child, my sweet. How old are you?"
"I am not a child. I am in my nineteenth year."
"Oh, my dear, you are a child. Why would he pick such a young thing as you?"
"Because, my dear, when I saw her, she was acting like just the little whore,
and when I saw the dear, she was with Jack Sparrow." The man had
returned.
"Oh of course, Jack Sparrow. But she isn't a whore, love. She's just a child."
His wife spat at his feet.
"All the better. Children like to play more, don't they." He smiled evilly at
me, and scanned my body. I was laying sprawled out, still in my flee position.
He nodded. "Aye, a bit small up top, but I suppose she will work."
I snarled at him, but he laughed and motioned to the darkness. "Oi, Christine,
Scarlett, you there! Teach this and the other the… ropes… should
I say?" he walked off, nearly pissing himself from laughing.
His wife and the other woman dragged a third woman out from the shadows. Christine,
his wife, slapped her awake. She yelled as her eyes opened and her body jolted.
Once I saw her shaking body, I finally realized how cold it was in the room.
Bars were surrounding us. I found a blanket, full of moth holes, and wrapped it
around my self.
"Right, now, you see, you wear all these skimpy clothes, walk around the place,
even the outside, and find a man who you will take to bed and do with him what
you will. You get payed, two shillings for walking, and then, the man decides
your pay on everything else. Aright, there, we're done." Scarlett's eyes
twinkled, and she laughed heartily.
"What part do you play in this?" the other girl asked Scarlett.
"I am the matron of the house."
"What's this house called?" I said, warily.
"The Passionate Pussy." Christine smiled evilly, and walked off to go relieve
herself.
"Bloody hell, that's where he kidnapped me from," the other girl and I said at
the same time.
"Yeah, the tavern and the house inter quaralate. The tavern is open only when
Johnny there is in town, and then, he takes the best ones over to his house on
Port Rousseau, and all is jolly and good."
"Fucking bastard," I snapped at Johnny's image.
"OH, erm, dearie, you won't want to be saying that too loud around Christine.
She's rather touchy right now. You know, the moon and all."
Scarlett nodded.
~*~*~*~With Jack~*~*~*~
Jack shoved the whore away from him, and said, "Now, love, just leave me be. I've
half a mind to shoot you right now, savvy, unless you leave me be!" He stormed
off to the outhouse and quickly relieved himself.
Jack returned to the table, opened the curtain, saying, "Katherine, I've re-"
he stopped midsentence. She wasn't there. "That's odd. I could have
sworn she was here when I left!" A voice spoke behind him that made him jump
several feet in the air.
"OH, you won't be seeing her again." It was the bar master.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO HER? If you lay one finger on her, I'll kill ye!" Jack swayed
in anger, not able to focus on him.
"You won't be able to, mate, with that sway there. Johnny White took her. You
must know Johnny White. The master of The Passionate Pussy." The man fingered a
knife hilt in his belt.
Jack looked at the man confused. "But I thought you were the master?"
"Of the tavern, aye. Not the whore house." Jack looked shocked.
"No… oh bloody hell. Katherine isn't going to like that." He bowed his hands at
the man and asked, "Where is this house located?"
"Port Rousseau."
Jack bowed again and started to walk off, but the man took him by the arm, and
pulled out his knife. "Oh, don't start thinking that you're going to
get out of here, mate. You know too much." Jack looked at him oddly, pulled out
his pistol, cocked it and held it up to the man's nose.
"With this pistol up to your nose, I can't miss." Jack fired, and the man fell
to the ground, dead. Jack smiled, swayed around, lost his balance,
fell to the ground, and blacked out.
~*~*~*~
When Jack woke up, he saw three of his men crowded around him, watching to see
if he awoke. When he did, Gibbs smiled and helped him up. "Right, Jack, where's
Katherine?" Jack looked at him.
"What do you mean, where's Katherine? She's right here next to me. We snogged
all-night and then we…" He suddenly realized she wasn't lying next to him. "Oh
bloody hell…" He thought for a minute, and then realized.
"Oh yeah… the man there" pointing to the Manager, "said that Johnny White had
kidnapped her and was taking her to Port Rousseau, to The Passionate Pussy."
"But, this is The Passionate Pussy, mate. I think you're still a tad drunk."
Jack snapped. "I AM NOT DRUNK! THE MANAGER SAID THERE'S A HOUSE ON PORT
ROUSSEAU CALLED THAT AND WE MUST GO RESCUE HER, OR OUR HOPES OF GETTING THE
TREASURE OF ALGERATH IS COMPLETELY SCREWED! SAVVY?" The men jumped and nodded.
"GO! NOW!" The four men walked out to where the Black Pearl was docked. The
rest of his crew was on board. It was already two hours past sunrise.
"Didn't follow his own commands of getting back by dawn," one man muttered. Jack
looked at him.
"You can't do this without me mates. I'm the Captain, savvy? And if you had
left me, then you would have never had a chance to get to the Treasure of
Algerath. Because, I know where it is. And I know where our key to it is. So shut
up, and swab the decks." Jack walked up to the wheel, and they were off.
~*~*~*~
Authors Note: Alright, there you go… not as much as a cliff hanger as before… but, you still have one! Hee hee hee!
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